I stood in a sea of men and could smell the desperation. “So these are the people who come to a speed dating singles mixer,” I thought, totally discouraged. I looked around the room and tried to divert eye contact with a nerdy guy rocking huge glasses. He was no Mr. G. He couldn’t possibly think I would be interested.
But of course, he did.
“Hello. How are you?” he asked. Read the rest of The Hookup: Desperately Seeking Sujeiry.